Who Designed This Underworld Dungeon?
Chapter 222 - 184 Fran Guard, Bed City Ambassador_2

Chapter 222: Chapter 184 Fran Guard, Bed City Ambassador_2

Not just the Fran Undead Team, Dal also saw the Molten Furnace Knight, Soul-sucking Ghost, Curse Frog, Blast Scale Dragon and even products related to Dragon Hunter Armor!

Wait a minute, why is there a sketch of Artorias? Dal remembered that after coming out of the Painting World, he described Artorias’s image to the Guild, with many details missing, yet the sketches in the workshop were exactly like the ones he described.

Did Count Charon even buy this? Truly at the forefront of information.

It seems that all the popular monsters in the Sain Dungeon have made an appearance here!

With a dazzling array, Dal did not know where to look first, what was Charon’s purpose in collecting all these things?

"Have been waiting for a long time; welcome to you both."

Charon’s voice came through, but the two of them didn’t see where he was.

Suddenly, the lid of the Big Pot in the corner popped open, and climbing out was... uh, a Soul-sucking Ghost?

"Didn’t mean to scare you," Charon removed the replica Soul-sucking Ghost helmet, revealing his strikingly handsome features, and smiled at the dumbfounded pair, "I was just testing how comfortable the Big Pot tent is to sleep in; there’s still room for improvement."

"What?" Dal had not yet reacted when Luluwo, with eyes shining, ran over and looked at the Big Pot, "What is this for?"

"My craftsmen have replicated the appearance of the Warrior Pot to make a portable tent; though it looks sturdy, infused with magic power it softens to cloth-like material, and when folded it’s even smaller than a regular tent."

Charon proudly said, "This is the new product in the Warrior Pot series that the Bed Family is about to launch, I believe it will sell extremely well."

"Wow!" Luluwo gave an appropriately amazed shout, full of emotional value.

Dal struggled to keep a straight face, wasn’t the background story of the Warrior Pot about storing corpses? However, since they were heroes’ corpses, maybe the product wasn’t that unlucky.

"These circular badges with Sain monster patterns have recently been selling well; I plan to release more varieties, but to be honest, I don’t understand why anyone would spend a lot of money on these pieces of iron."

"That’s amazing!"

"These are replicas of the monster weapons, although they have no combat ability, they have high collection value. Currently, we have three types: the Undead Team, the Soul-sucking Ghost, and the Molten Furnace Knight. Considering that some children will buy these, we have added a wooden variety to the high-grade iron collection, which is cheaper so even a farmer’s child can afford it."

"So cool!"

"Look at these garlands, all made by hand by Little Pot. We hire adventurers to enter the Dungeon, bringing the raw materials to find Little Pot. However, this makes the price a bit high, so we also released artificial replicas. Rest assured, the workers who knitted these garlands were all wearing coats that mimic the Warrior Pot in earnest effort to recreate it."

"Wow!"

Charon got lost in Luluwo’s exclamations of amazement, going around the workshop introducing each product.

That’s right, products, all these things are going to be mass-produced for sale!

Although Dal knew that the Bed Family had recently been focused on developing the Dungeon industry, he hadn’t expected it to be developed to this extent...

Dal thought for a while and could only describe it as "shocking the world"; the person who came up with these things was simply a genius.

"Count Lord, did you come up with all these ideas?" At this moment Luluwo played the sweet girl and asked with a lisp.

"Not all of them," Charon shook his head, "Many of them were ideas I heard when speaking with a young man."

"A young man?"

"I don’t recall his face, just that he had black hair. I had been out for a rare lone walk and after meeting him, I heard these fantastic ideas."

Charon sighed, "Unfortunately, I haven’t been able to find him since. I really want to employ him at the Bed Family workshop."

"Cough cough," at this moment, Dal deliberately coughed, "Count Lord, did you have something specific you needed from us?"

He had to intervene and break up the conversation; otherwise, who knows how long Charon would keep talking about these products.

"Oh, I almost forgot the matter at hand, please take a seat, let’s sit down and talk."

The three of them sat on the sofa with a coffee table between them, and Charon called the maid to serve hot tea and fruit snacks.

"Actually, I invited the two of you here today because I have a matter I would like to ask for your assistance—"

Charon stopped abruptly because he was suddenly sprayed on the face with a red juice, sour and sweet.

What the heck?

Across from him, Luluwo hurriedly swallowed the Holy Daughter fruit, which she had bitten and made burst with juice, and whistled, not daring to make eye contact with Charon.

"I actually have a favor to ask of you two."

Charon, unconcerned, wiped his face with his sleeve, looking somewhat rugged, a habit he formed during his days as an adventurer and one he couldn’t quite shake off yet.

"Please go ahead..." Although the other party did not place blame, the expression on Dal, who sat next to Luluwo, was almost numb.

"I heard that you’ve taken in survivors from Val City, trained them, and formed the Fran Guard. Is that correct?" Charon examined Dal, sizing up the "great hero" who had slain Doslepo.

"Yes." Dal nodded.

"How’s the training going? Any difficulties? I heard the Guild has provided some help, but as the person in charge, you must be the busiest, right?" Charon’s tone was filled with concern and seemed very sincere.

Dal pondered for a moment, feeling like the other party was gearing up to offer support.

"There are many difficulties, but everyone is determined. Until the Demon Clan is completely wiped out, no one will give up."

"That’s the spirit I want to see!"

Charon spared no compliment, looking at Dal with admiration, and said:

"The Bed Family has decided to aid the Fran Guard. How much did the Guild give? We’ll give twice as much."

Just as Dal had thought!

Dal wasn’t dazzled by the other’s extravagant offer; he knew well that there was no such thing as a free lunch.

As expected, Charon paused, then smiled and said:

"But I have a condition."

Dal’s expression turned serious; he needed to carefully weigh the terms offered by the other party. Whatever it was, he knew that nobles could often be cutthroat in their deals.

Charon slowly began:

"I want the Fran Guard to become the biggest stars of Bed City."

"I need to think it over... wait, what did you say?" Dal suddenly raised his head, wondering if he had heard wrong.

"That’s right, big stars," Charon stood up, clenching his fist and said: "The Bed Family will provide the Fran Guard with utmost support; everyone will fall in love with you, see you as their guardian deities. You will become successors of the spirit of the Fran Undead Team, gaining unprecedented immense prestige!"

Dal’s mouth was agape, unable to speak for a long while.

"But, but why would you do that?" After much effort, he managed only this question.

"Merchandise promotion."

Charon said as if it were obvious: "Of course it’s to facilitate the Bed Family in selling our products."

"The bigger your fame, the more popular you are, the more products we can sell; it’s a win-win situation."

"How about it? Beneficial without any harm. Let’s work together?"

He extended his hand towards the other party with a sincere expression.

Dal hadn’t anticipated such a situation before he came here, but after briefly thinking it over... could it be that Charon’s proposal actually had no issues?

By agreeing, the Fran Guard would receive material support and potentially gain future prestige, while the Bed Family could leverage their fame to sell more products.

There was no moral transgression, no loss of dignity; the proposal was perfect.

Nonetheless, Dal remained cautious, asking:

"Count Lord, if the Fran Guard agrees, how do you plan to help us, er, become famous?"

Charon smiled slightly with the confidence of a guaranteed win, spread out a map, and pointed to the wilderness near the original Val City, saying:

"According to my intelligence, remnants of the Demon Clan are wandering in this area."

"I will set up a stage that commands the world’s attention for you; you simply need to think about how to splendidly and handsomely slay the Demon Clan!"

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